digitally derived from seed co. photo
Like a Melon, Love.
She weighed it in her hand
in
her heart
this
chance
this
could be
as
a cantaloupe
this
fruit
this
thing
bought
on faith
before
it could be
cut
open.
She
smelled
of it
felt
of it
fell.
~
Ralph Murre
That
first line (italicized) is a snippet
borrowed
from Louis de Bernieres
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